Evan Treborn from The Butterfly Effect

[mindwiper_et]

Evan blinked, looking down at his hands and realizing that, somehow, he was back in his own adult body. His hair wasn't the wild mop that he'd had in Sunnyvale Institution and he had his real clothes back.

As used as he was by now to regaining consciousness in absolutely strange situations, he honestly expected something different to happen

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[ringo_raver]

"Hehehehehe. You're dead."

[[OOC: Note, Ryuk has shinigami eyes that can see a person's name and lifespan-or in this case that he's dead. Unlifed? Fuck it, he's dead.]]

Evan eyes Ryuk warily...

[mindwiper_et]

"I guess I was dead, yeah. That's what I was aiming for, but somehow I wound up here. Uh..."

Evan shakes his sleeve back on his wrist and checks his own pulse to find his heart thumping away at a normal pace.

"Not dead anymore. Sorry to disappoint."

Re: Evan eyes Ryuk warily...

[ringo_raver]

"Well, in my eyes, you are. I bet you didn't have much of a lifespan anyway. Wouldn't matter anyway, I can't kill anyone here." Ryuk pulled out an apple and began chomping on it.

Re: Evan eyes Ryuk warily...

[mindwiper_et]

Evan takes a deep breath and acquiesces, remembering that he is only twenty years old -- though he feels much older.

"Good guess, fuckbag," he mutters under his breath before turning around fully to face whichever asshole this seems to be. "What's to you aside from the 'happily-being-creepy' vibe you obviously enjoy giving off?"

Evan took another breath, refusing to let whoever this was get to him. He's been through much worse than a few crazy questions, after all.

[unluckiest_star]

Starman floated gracefully down from near the ceiling, costume and mask a-twinkle. "Hi ho, fellow traveler! What's a 'fuck bag?'"

((Mun also says Hi ho! and if you're not familiar with him, Starman is a DC superhero, member of the Legion of Super-Heroes of the 31st century, currently in the 21st century serving with the Justice Society. He's also schizophrenic, and lacking 31st-century medicine, quite wackaloo, in a good way.))

[mindwiper_et]

Evan stared at the being in front of him, not quite sure what to say in response.

After a moment, he shook his head to clear it before opening his mouth and finally answering the question, "Uh, a fuckbag's an...extremely undesirable person. You know, like..."

Evan trailed off, wondering if describing that a fuckbag is like an asshole was truly the way to go here.

"I...don't think I have any non-anatomy-involving ways to describe exactly what a fuckbag is, unfortunately."

[unluckiest_star]

"But, but why would you want to name a bar after one of those?"

Evan eyes Starman with increasing unease, not sure how to proceed...

[mindwiper_et]

"Well," Evan began, running his hand through his hair and biting his lip. "I wouldn't want to name a bar that at all, but since the description puts me in mind of a dangerous place -- and since I've been to a lot of dangerous places...to my detriment...I thought it seemed fitting."

Evan scowled, then, remembering how desolate and...other things he didn't care to remember but knew he wouldn't forget...prison had been.

"It just works, okay?"

Evan's eyes widened then as he realized how he'd sounded, "Sorry! Sorry, I just..."

Evan took yet another breath, "Life hasn't been very...enjoyable this past year and I guess I thought I was getting away from all that. I don't even know where I am."

[lemondrop_party]

"Smoked Gouda sounds heavenly." Dumbledore had brought his knitting into the Sorting Room with him, today, but had laid aside the sock-in-progress in order to read the latest application. His aged brow furrowed at the answer to the third question. "This talk of clocks in your mother's womb is extraordinary. May I inquire as to its meaning?"

Either the young man had been through a severe ordeal indeed, or the young man had partaken of psychoactive potions.

[mindwiper_et]

Evan's eyes widened and he found himself inhaling deeply. He balled his hands into fists at his side before biting his lip.

"Um, I...I don't actually know why I wrote that. It's...I can't explain."

They'll think I'm crazy. Why the hell did I write that?

[lemondrop_party]

"You may find me a more receptive audience to tales of the fantastic than you imagined," said the old man gently. "Perhaps you cannot explain, but perhaps you can. Would you like to try?"

[mindwiper_et]

Evan looked around at the room, seeing it was distinctly lacking in viable exits, before tears came to his eyes again and he felt himself starting to shake.

"I have this hereditary...power, ability...some damned thing, I never -- "

Evan's breath left him and he slid down the wall to the floor. He stared past the long-bearded guy talking to him and let his eyes slide out of focus.

"I can go back into my own memories, using journals I've been -- "

But then Evan sighed, remembering what Dr. Redfield said about the journals never existing. Fuck that.

"I've been writing them since I was a kid because there were holes in my memories and my neurologist thought that keeping track of my days could help me fill them."

Evan laughed darkly. "He didn't know how right he was."

Hi, Dumbledore-mun! I still adore him. *nods

[fatedjune]

"What do you mean by a clock not being in your mother's womb? That doesn't seem to be a likely place for you to have been recently," asks the ten year old girl.

[mindwiper_et]

((There we go. Sorry about that...))Evan paled considerably, his eyes closing against his will. Inside, somewhere, he could feel...warmth, and the pulse of his mother's heartbeat thudded in his ears

[fatedjune]

Such a story any normal person would think as crazy, but Rika can understand it all to well. Her experience required the help of a god to create new worlds for her, but if she didn't know any better it would be the same as going back in time. It's shocking to hear that he can do this on his own, but that power seems to run in the family

[mindwiper_et]

Evan whirled back around, growling down at this little girl -- not admitting to her that this was a question he'd never taken the time to ask himself in his furious attempts to make everyone around himself better.

"It's not the same! The problem is me! I'm like...a ticking timebomb! Would you like me to list the reasons everyone around me's lives turned to shit because they did something so selfless as care about me!"

Evan balled his hands at his sides and turned away again. "They were all better off without me. Trust me on that."

[serrulata]

Sometimes - not as often as he'd hoped - Kurama would sneak into the Sorting room and find a truly exceptional application from one of the new kids. This was one of those times. Either one Evan Treborn was a comedian (the unhinged, hilarious kind) or was pants-on-head crazy. Or, he was absolutely serious, which to Kurama would be the funniest of all. Whichever one was true, the application was currently challenging every single bit of his self control to keep from laughing out loud. He was snickering by the time he reached the end, and his tail was twitching in amusement. He looked down from his tall vantage point at Evan, smirking widely.

"Your answers are interesting, Evan Treborne. I suspect your sense of comedy is more useful to this school than 'legitimate' psychological counseling. You should bribe with storytelling, next time. You could make any truth a yarn the likes of which old troubadours would be jealous."

[mindwiper_et]

Comedy?

Evan managed, somehow, to hold in a snarl. "My life is comedy to you, you side-show reject?"

[serrulata]

Kurama's grinned widened. A year ago, that comment would have gotten a human killed. Now, he was merely amused. "Yes," he replied simply. He crossed his arms around his middle, tilting his head to the side. "Very much so."

[mindwiper_et]

Evan forced himself to pause and considered the fact that what he was speaking to was seemingly not human.

"Good for you," he bit out, unable to pretend civility at this point in life.